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A Temporary Storm

In spite of my hardships and trials,

I tread on with a smile;

For the storm will not last forever;

I know that it will get better.

My eyes are trained on the prize:

The promise of everlasting life,

Up there in God's Kingdom,

There is no more pain or tribulation.

So I shall keep fighting for my faith

With the aim to win my race;

Worldly pleasures and pain

Will not get in my way.

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